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Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 03
By Greg Alexander
Unsurprisingly, I didn’t sleep well that night.
For one thing, since I had now been tied in a spread eagle position, my hands bound behind my back and my torso pressed down onto the coffee table because the dog collar around my neck was connected by a tight leash to my balls underneath the table, it’s small wonder that I wasn’t very comfortable. Just try leaning all the way forward, with your ass sticking out in the air and your legs tied apart in a spread eagle position. It hurts like hell — all your calf muscles are burning with pain and your lower back kills. Then imagine the pain of having a taut rope looped securely around your balls, which is pulled on whenever you try to raise your head. Then imagine sleeping that way.
What was worse, my ass was still on fire from the 64 plus fierce, all out spankings Trevor had sadistically delivered to me with his paddle before climbing into bed.
But most urgently, I desperately needed to cum, and my inability to do so — to even so much as stroke my cock — was preventing me from sleeping a wink.
Trevor, on the other hand, slept like a log, as was evident from the sound of his heavy breathing throughout the night. Of course, all I could really see throughout the entire night were the massive soles of Trevor’s feet, which dominated my field of vision — they still had a strong manly smell, which in any event I couldn’t get away from, as my face was completely immobilized. The smell of his feet only served to make me hornier than ever.
VRansomwear – Chapter 1
VRansomwear
by POW
CHAPTER 1
The little white pop-up with the blue text on Colin’s phone didn’t look particularly menacing at first. It looked like any other nag screen, wanting Colin to upgrade his OS because he was still running last week’s version and was therefore woefully in need of something better, or informing him that he might like to purchase this killer new game, or letting him know that 4G coverage was spotty here. Colin almost clicked OK from sheer habit.
Even reading the text wasn’t all that distressing . It read “Your phone has been locked” and there was only one button below that read “Instructions”. No cancel, no other explanation.
Busman’s Holiday – Part 11
By lthr_jock
Clark reacted with shock as they headed towards the door – surely Greg didn’t mean to parade him in public like this. He held back and the leash tightened. Without looking around, Greg yanked on it and Clark felt his upper half jerk forward. He tried to brace himself but something made him lose his balance and he staggered forward. Greg turned as Carl burst out laughing. “Greg, you were right. Those boots work a treat.”
Clark looked down with confusion – the boots looked just like the heavy boots he had seen skinheads wearing in the street. But for some reason they felt slippery and unstable under his feet and he had to concentrate to keep his balance on them. Carl picked up another pair of the boots and turned them around so Clark could see the soles. Instead of a normal heel, they had a 2” heel on them and instead of a thick rubber tread they were smooth. “You see, the heel puts your balance off and the slippery sole makes it easy to pull you further off balance. We call them the Slave-maker.” Greg frowned and Carl continued “Ok, the name is a work in progress, but lucky you, you get to road test them for us.”
Greg yanked on the leash again and Clark stepped carefully towards the door. He was having to concentrate on where he was stepping and was taking steps so small that the boot shackles were almost irrelevant. Before he realised it, they were at the lifts. Greg stood there, tapping his crop against his boot with impatience. He turned to face Clark with a wicked grin on his face “You know what, let’s take the stairs.” Clark tried to complain but the gag filled his mouth stopping him and he could do little except hobble along behind Greg as the leather clad man tugged him towards the stairs.
Mixed Martial Arts Fighter
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It was a championship fight, he remembered being in the cage, a typical ground and pound that must have been a knockout. The next thing he knew he was tied up in the quiet locker room with a strange masked man taking advantage of his helpless position.
The man oiled and massaged every inch of his hard, muscled body, groping, fondling and invading as the fighter struggled and cried out through his gag, until he finally lowered his trunks and cut away his briefs to reveal a long, thick cock and big, low handing balls just waiting for his attack.
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The Edge – Chapter 09
By Steellock
Matt lay in his bunk thinking hard that Sunday night. Wayne had been avoiding him; perhaps he had realized that the chance to ‘out’ someone went two ways? Wayne was married, had a wife and young kid living off the base!
That was his way to control Wayne now. He thought also about what Jess had said as they hugged before he left the shop – ‘If you need help with Wayne let us know’.
Pulling himself out of his bunk he headed off to a quiet corner and pulled out his mobile. Jess came on the line and was obviously pleased to hear Matt’s voice. Matt explained what he needed and asked if that was going to be OK? Jess chuckled and said that he would check with Jim but thought it was a great idea. Had to raise more cash for the charity!
The Edge – Chapter 08
By Steellock
Matt was curled up. His boots were tight against one set of bars. His back was hard against another. His head was pressed against two bars on a third side.
But he was resting.
His butt was sore and he rubbed it; in fact it ached like never before. A throbbing warmth from the paddling and flogging but several real lines across his cheeks and thighs that ached from where Wayne had wielded a cane with the full strength of his arm. That had fucking hurt. Matt was never going to forget or forgive that one. So that’s why Wayne had been baiting him these last few weeks, asking him if he had a girlfriend that he kept going off to at the weekends. He would have to think that one through; how to get his own back without the feud becoming public knowledge at the barracks.
He felt his butt again, and the ridges of bruising were clear. He ran his hand up and round his shoulder too, and there the results of Jim’s attention was clear. Then his hand went up again and he felt the thick firm leather of the hood that covered his head with its buckles down both sides and the thick rigid strap round his neck with its padlock. It suddenly occurred to him that whilst he felt like he was in a closed and dark world of his own, he was locked in a steel cage in public with a crowd of horny guys probably watching him now. He had never been self-conscious in the store before, and it was a fairly weird feeling, the eyes on him that he could not see.
